Max Havelaar, Multatli, "nama-nama" yang sering kudengar saat duduk di bangku sekolah dasar

Max Havelaar

Sebuah cerita di dalam cerita. Ada banyak cerita. Penyampaian cerita yang spontan, emosional, dan acak. Fiksi yang jauh lebih nyata. Karena terinspirasi dari kisah nyata. Memang nyata. Dan karenanya tertulis dan tersampaikan begitu nyata. Oleh Douwes Dekker yang sudah belasan tahun tinggal di Hindia. Sebutan Indonesia kala masih dijajah Belanda.

Saat pertama kali munculnya buku ini, Douwes Dekker menggunakan nama pena Multatuli. Pada epilog, ia dengan lantang menyuarakan kegeramannya terhadap pemerintah Belanda, pemerintah negara penjajah, juga terhadap pejabat-pejabat pribumi yang juga berada di kekuasaan penjajah -yang jauh lebih penjajah lagi, tapi padahal dijajah- yang sangat sering bertindak zalim kepada rakyat, Ini sama lantangnya ketika ia menceritakan itu semua melalui karakter-karakter yang ia buat, Droogstoppel yang menjijikkan, Max Havelaar yang adalah sosok adil tapi dikerdilkan, Tine yang bagai tanpa cela, Max kecil (anak Havelaar dan Tine) yang tak bisa kukomentari, para pejabat Hindia Belanda yang…ah sudahlah.

OK!

Kenapa pikiran yang berkelana selalu menyusahkan rasa kantuk untuk memenuhi tuntutan tidurnya?

Karena ia tidak ingin diganggu selagi menunaikan kewajibannya, sebagaimana ia tidak akan mengganggu rasa lain untuk melaksanakan aktivitasnya. Kecuali bila ia merasa waktunya telah dikhianati, maka ia tidak akan segan-segan membalasnya dengan menaklukkan rasa lain itu menjadi miliknya, untuk memuaskan nafsu tidurnya berlipat ganda.

Intinya, bila sudah waktunya, tidurlah. Agar nanti kau tidak tidur berlebihan. Selayaknya utang, semakin ditunda semakin bertambah bunganya. Jangan sampai bunganya menjadi tidak terkendali, sama halnya dengan tidur lamamu. Kematianmu.

Ditulis pada sore hari setelah bangun dari tidur panjang akibat begadang.

Godt hjerte

“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again. Colors seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”

Here, there and everywhere II

Relating to my old post here, almost six years ago, I'd decided to make its sequel just a couple hours ago (instead of pretending doing my essay). And now it's done and been uploaded, so here it is,

Concerning my unread books

Is it wrong to love books so much more than reading activities itself?
Is it right if I relate it to loving a body without loving its soul, more or less?
It's not that I don't read or don't like to read, it's just hard for me sometimes to understand, that it makes me not passionately doing that.
I read, it's one of my daily routines, so it's okay when I say I consider myself liking it.
And now I'm trying to love it, not trying so hard, just as I could, step-by-step, until I'm capable of more understanding, until I love it deep in my heart.